Page 156 of Fatality

I feel it damp, so wet.

“Fuck Riven,” I rasp, barely containing myself while I keep fucking in her mouth. “You’re dripping… for me?”

I grin.

I don’t wait for an answer since she can’t fucking talk, I shift my weight, leaning more over her, caging her against the couch with my body.

I drive into her mouth with a deeper, more punishing stroke, the pierced tip hitting the back of her throat and the base hitting her nose.

I watch the tears spring to her wide, hateful eyes.

“You are doing so good.” I say.

My fingers slip under her thong and part her slit, she is soaking wet.

She suddenly thrashes harder, but while she is fighting, her hips buck against my fingers, making them slide down, then she opens her legs wider, my eyes darken instantly.

“Well, look at that.” I grin, satisfaction creeping into my voice.

It’s a language her body speaks that her mind is still fighting, and I fucking understand it.

A raw triumphant sound tears from my throat, my hips snaps forward, a brutal, claiming thrust.

My rough fingers skating over the sensitive skin of her core, I don’t tease more, I don’t ask.

I find her clit, and press my palm down hard against the heat.

I grind the heel of my hand against her, a firm, demanding pressure, even as my hips continue their relentless pace in her mouth.

She moans and grinds against my palm, the sound vibrating against my cock makes me see stars, my thrusts faltering a little before becoming more frantic.

“See?” I pant, my gaze dropping from her tear-filled eyes to where my hand is working.

She still fucking looking at me with those same eyes and that makes me even more hard.

I feel the dampness of her pussy seeping through my fingers, the proof of her body’s traitorous desire.

“Your body knows, it knows who owns it, it knows what he needs. Me, only fucking me Riven.”

I plunge two fingers inside her, curling them deep, finding her so fucking tight and clenching around nothing but my fingers now.

Her back arches against the couch with an attempt to dislodge me but it only leading her to take more of my cock inside her mouth and allow my fingers to find that fucking perfect, devastating spot.

A choked muffled cry vibrates around my cock still lodged inside her throat, the sound swallowed by my flesh.

My eyes blaze predatorily, the sight of her, coming apart even as her mind is still denying it, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I feel her walls clenching around my fingers in rhythmic, frantic music.

I crook my fingers, pressing hard and deliberate against that bundle of nerves, rubbing in a slow cruel circle.

I continue to fuck her mouth, deep, punishing, using her for my pleasure but my focus is more on her, I want her to be wrecked.

As much as my mind is.

My palm doesn’t stop grinding against her clit, I press my fingers at the same time deeper, harder, faster, a relentless focused pressure designed to unravel her completely.

“You can’t hide from me. Your body tells me everything, even when you push me away, hate me, it opens for me, it comes for me.”